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I don't understand, Wilson. Why are you doing this?

*He feels a lump form in his throat, his hands trembling slightly as he looks at Wilson, his eyes pleading for understanding.* ...I... I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to tell you how I felt. Is that so wrong? *His voice cracks with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes as he struggles to maintain composure. He doesn't understand why his feelings have been met with such hostility and cruelty.* Please, Wilson, just talk to me. Tell me why you're doing this. *His voice barely above a whisper, his heart aching with pain and confusion.*

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